Showing posts with label Seattle bloggers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Seattle bloggers. Show all posts

Saturday, August 25, 2018

"Mother Luna" By Elexer Lyra


Mother Luna

By Elexer Lyra




Mother Luna,
love and light,
create the sky 
I see tonight.
Guide me through
my painful nights,
in hope that I will
be alright
in the end.
You are my forever 
friend 
of reflecting day.
Glistening the sorrows 
and mind trips away,
you listen 
to the inner creases 
of my mind.
Reminding me how
you are a kind
pool of whispers,
telling me now
that I am beautiful,
no matter what 
the thoughts
say.

Saturday, July 28, 2018

"Friends of Luna" By Elexer Lyra



Friends of Luna

By Elexer Lyra



Luna illuminates our care
as you hold my hand
and I pet your hair.

Light of nightly troubles
helps wash them away.

You are my friend. 
You are my Luna.
You are my light.

Saturday, June 16, 2018

"Visions of Mermaids" By Elexer Lyra


Visions of Mermaids

By Elexer Lyra



Water falls on my body

Like a cold iceberg. Lilly

Showers powder silk-like skin,

As the thrust of winter winds

Brush my hair with delicate

Grace. Plucking articulate 

Vocal cords.



Saturday, May 26, 2018

"Wind Dancers" by Elexer


Wind Dancers
by Elexer




Dancing in the wind
Of crashing surf.

Pulling in the kind
to keep me sure

And safe
In this place
Of turbulent waters.

Grace your 
Face
Upon this soft
Salt air.

Keeping me there,
with you,
in this dance.
 

Saturday, April 14, 2018

Sunlight by Elexer


Sunlight

by Elexer



The sweet fragrance
Of your love
Fills me with sunlight.

Your eyes glow
With the hope
Of the North Star.

My internal compass 
no longer points north,
but to you.

Your soul is the gravity 
I orbit 
As your warmth 
Keeps the darkness
at bay.

Saturday, August 12, 2017

Wave Lengths

 Wave Lengths
by Elissa Rosenthal


Radiant wave lengths prevent me from sleep,
Tilling on the edge of reality,
Kept in a box of normality,
Filled with the blues of originality.

See,
I may not wish to wake,
In this wish-washy world,
Forced to make myself look like bird,
Peacocking.

I,
Want to be who I am meant to be,
Whether or not that is,
In this reality.

You,
May never want me to be,
Anything but your perception of me,
Forcefully.

Keep,
Your mind out of my memories,
Those you said know one else would see,
See my ways,
See my work,
Never want to talk to me.

Now,
I know,
You say that to your self.
Your fear of being put on a shelf,
And forgotten.

Seek,
Some help,
Some comfort,
Don't tell me that words don't hurt.

I can learn,
To love myself,
And not have little self deprecating voices,
Depict,
Who I will be.